"Are you acquainted with Mr. Smith?" he asked.
"Yes. Anything funny about that? It's not an uncommon name, is it?"
"Oh, no, but I happen to be employed by the same gentleman, that is all," answered Clarence; "and all I can say is, if Smith's agents are so numerous, I shouldn't like to be Jack Harkaway."
"Why, no," said Captain Blower. "It would tickle me to death to hold an insurance on his life."
Clarence, after this, drove off, more than ever impressed with the power and resources of his employer.
In time Jack appeared with his captive, which Mr. Foster said he would have stuffed in commemoration of the event.
Jack took a bath, plastered up his bites, and did not feel any the worse for his exploit.
Captain Blower paid the money and hurried away, as if he had other work to attend to.
Jack had ridden over, and calling for his horse, mounted and rode toward the Golden Gate Park.
Soon afterward a buggy came up behind him at a quick pace.